Autumn steadily deepened around me.
The sky opened up, the air clear and crisp,
the clouds like beautiful white brushstrokes.
~ Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore: A Novel (October, 2018)
Photo: Matt Champlin with Brushstrokes
I can't sleep…
Autumn steadily deepened around me.
The sky opened up, the air clear and crisp,
the clouds like beautiful white brushstrokes.
~ Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore: A Novel (October, 2018)
Photo: Matt Champlin with Brushstrokes
exactly. what perfect words to describe this –
Yes!
That is my morning!
I’m hoping it is. Still dark here!
Mary Oliver is impressed 👏
I bet!
Stunning! Miss those crisp, autumnal NE mornings…
I bet you do!
And I bet puppies do too!
They almost don’t resemble clouds… At least, not those I’ve seen!
“the clouds like beautiful white brushstrokes.” A perfect description! 🙂
Agree!
Awesome brush strokes of the whiteness of the blue skies. Lovely picture.
Yes. It is.
Yes
Beautiful 🍁
It is! Thanks
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Amazing … the beauty of nature can’t be denied!! Beautiful …
A (very) short chapter of this wonderful book! This is, incidentally, the weather we have for weeks now…. isn’t it divine?!
It is!